Quincy huffed. “No, I need dating advice.”
“Lube.”
“Ty! I’m serious. I want to impress him, or you know…I want him to have a good time. I want us to have a good time.”
Ty was typing, the familiar tap of the keyboard filled the silence. “A picnic. It’s easy, romantic, and you can show off your cooking skills.”
“I don’t have any cooking skills!”
Ty chuckled. “I know.”
“Ass.”
He fell back onto the sofa, staring at the light-yellow walls. “Seriously, Ty. What was I thinking?”
“You’re horny.”
“No. Or sure, but that’s not it. I want to see him. Even if I can’t touch him or kiss him or hold his hand. I want to hear his voice, see him smile. Emojis isn’t the same.”
“You want to get to know him?” Ty sounded surprised.
“It’s what I’ve told you all along, idiot.” Hadn’t he? Had he failed t
